Glaring sun blinds me
Lilliput figure hastening
Optimizing invisibility
Disguised by grains of sand
Hitting my eye
Visual assault
All to scuttle sideways
Robes flailing
Vacuum vortex shimmering
Cleopatra screaming
Asp fang flashing
History repeating
So transforms the desert
Page after page
Of the book of mirages
Slow zoom out
Watching the pyramids
Hiding the truth
strawberry cottage was a wonderful hide out for the burgundy elf
She hid all of her spells and elixirs up high on a willow tree shelf
the gnome police searched for her, but never saw the cottage at all
It was magical, and camouflaged itself, they hunted in vain all that fall.
Beeswax bumble betty sits in luxury in her steed’s antler nest.
Knowing that her situation is remarkable, maybe the best.
Others parade around but they never come this far west.
She is in her element, loving her hideout, in the antler’s nest
It was a dark wet night...rain over head..
Sheltered us close.....an umbrella red.
Breathing moonlight ....in your silent air.
My eyelids closed ..inside your hug and care.
The fragrance of water ...intoxicating wine.
I was drunken deep... in the fruit of your vine.
Soaking showers trickled...the transcending time .
Redundant words played... a rhyming pantomime.
A kiss smelling vanilla... whispered all untold.
My face cupped inside.....your soft fingered fold.
I quenched my thirst ...in your sea ...submerged.
In the red umbrella hideout....our lips converged.
Did I catch cold in the rain? Or is it your shiver?
The ripple of your touch? A wave made me quiver.
Ardent affection .... relieved a fancy dream...
Revealed the reality.....of a love supreme.
Dated 8th November 2018
Submitted to the Red Umbrella Poetry Contest
Sponsor Eve Roper
PLACED FIRST IN CONTEST
There is a view that sets me free
The mere thought of it soothes my heart
When I encounter glum ennui
My mind conjures it up as art
It’s my safe hideout
Be night or day
It’s a haven whereto I flee
Attributes I couldn’t possibly impart
No matter how moving may be your plea
The mystery is pivotal in part
Its awesome cachet
A fresh bouquet
AP: Honorable Mention 2025, Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on February 12, 2018 for contest RHYME ME A POSIE sponsored by BROKEN WINGS - RANKED 6TH
The sun slowly fades from the horizon
The dusk clears the way for darkness
I wake up only to see the sun fading
Even I know, another day shall rise again
I soon shall fade away
Into my hideout
The bliss of the mindless
Drifting away
I wrap myself in the blanket of yesterdays
I shall dance upon the silence
Shuttered all the windows and doors
Time has beckoned me to a final sleep
Into my hideout
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